David Pelzer Mother Novels & Stories

The Emperor had already assigned us the mission: to defeat the Black Organization and prevent them from taking his daughter. According to Hazel, we’re certain the woman holds some significant leverage—but the question is, what? “One more thing. I was told she was like you guys. Her mother was a Filipina who was once sold to her biological father as a slave, and she was the result. You know what I mean.” My eyes widened at Hazel’s words, and I stood up abruptly. “Are you serious?! Where is her mother now?” “Sadly, she’s gone. Six years ago.” I felt Zekiel’s hand grip mine, making me turn to him.

She is really a strict mother in the view of David. Mr Ray ( David's father) never questioned his son about his capability... but his mother .. she always tried to pushed him more of his limits... Because of his mother... David suffered from stress and health problems in his young age... If he would do anything that is against the order of his mother... she will lock him him in a store without food and water.... In other words.. she is not less than HITLER... "..........." He received the call in the hope that everything is fine....as soon

“David here is interesting.” “How so?” Janet couldn’t see what he was seeing. “Here.” He highlighted David’s mother's name. “Elizabeth Gaines, but if she was married it would be Elizabeth Jones. Hence the initials EJ.” Janet gasped not wanting to believe. “No David isn’t a killer.” She wanted it to be true, but now she wasn’t so sure. Could the man that was so obsessed with her be the man strangling women? Was all his moral values all out the window now that he was already a sinner? That didn’t make a person a killer though.

“It’s exactly what it is! First, you all plan this whole wedding without telling me, and I still don’t believe it’s real even after witnessing it, and now you’re trying to sell me off as Rose’s replacement by going as far as telling me that I killed my own father?” “They got into that accident because you wanted them to come pick you up, remember?” She squeezed my hands, and tears started to blur my vision of her. “What’s going on here? I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Ciara,” David said as he saw us, snaking his arms around my mother’s waist and kissing her on the cheek.

David chuckled and moved closer to her. "No...No. Nothing at all. I am just....I...the necklace reminded me of someone." "Who?" She asked curiously. She wanted to know. "My mother." She was stunned. His eyes glistened with tears. David had always avoided any discussion about his parents. "I'm sorry. Do I need to keep the plate away?" She had no idea he was thinking about his mother. "No..no. It's okay. You don't need to keep it away."

It was probably post traumatic stress disorder from everything she suffered in the hands of her mum, coupled with her father’s death, so she shrugged it off and said no. While Arlene was describing the girl, Derek was scribbling something in his notebook, and when she was done, he turned over what he had to her. It a drawing of what she had been describing, and when he asked her if the picture he painted was correct, she nodded in affirmation. “Well, I don’t think I have come across her in any of my books. I’ve helped a lot of people master and get rid of their spirit friends because I recognise them, but this one is beyond me,” he replied and Arlene’s face fell in disappointment.

A few maids had scrubbed me clean after—scrubbed me raw—and now I was here, sitting alone in my room, crying as I clutched my mate's pendant in my fist. David. Six months, and I still couldn't believe he was gone. The door opened, and my mother walked in. "Not again," I muttered, rolling my eyes as I hid my tears and shoved the pendant beneath my pillow. She stepped farther inside, her eyes sharp with judgment, arms crossing over her chest. "You dared cause trouble for your father again, Elena," she said coldly. "When will you ever learn to be responsible enough?"

My fingers gripped my bag tightly. But my head lowered slightly. Like someone embarrassed. Like someone ashamed. Inside— I almost wanted to laugh. You have no idea. David’s father watched me silently. Carefully. His eyes narrowed slightly. Like he was trying to see through me. I spoke quietly. “Jay has nothing to do with David.” David’s mother exploded again. “Liar!” Her voice echoed in the small car. “David tortured himself for years because of you!” Her chest rose and fell quickly. “He convinced himself he had a child!”

“David needs to hurt the way we hurt when your father died.” “David Reid will be ruined,” Eli interrupts, turning his head to look her in the eyes. “The drive has enough evidence to lock him away for three lifetimes. But I am not involving his children anymore. Mr. Reid should be entirely responsible for his actions, not his kids. They had nothing to do with what happened to Dad.” His mother’s expression changes, the warmth disappearing as her eyes narrow with a sudden, bitter realization. She pulls her hand away from his arm. “It’s that girl, isn’t it? David's snob of a daughter.”

David began sharing his painful past, "I'm an illegitimate child. My mom was a maid to my dad, but somehow, they had a relationship, and she got pregnant. She was rejected and disgraced by my father, banned from ever coming back. My grandfather took her in and raised me after she died giving birth to me." Sympathy welled up within Cara as she listened to David's heartbreaking story. Yekkel had never mentioned anything about David's past, and the realization of the hardships he had faced left her feeling a mix of sadness and admiration.